Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.